These lyrics crept up on me last night, from the Beatles’ “Blackbird”:
Blackbird singing in the dead of night
Take these broken wings and learn to fly
All your life
You were only waiting for this moment to arise
Blackbird singing in the dead of night
Take these sunken eyes and learn to see
All your life
You were only waiting for this moment to be free
Blackbird fly, blackbird fly
Into the light of a dark black night
Blackbird fly, blackbird fly
Into the light of a dark black night
Blackbird flying in the dead of night
Take these broken wings and learn to fly
All your life
You were only waiting for this moment to arise
You were only waiting for this moment to arise
You were only waiting for this moment to arise
I had mentioned Paul McCartney in yesterday’s post, so the song must have been down there in my unconscious. I hummed the words silently to myself while I fell asleep. As I mentioned in the Solstice post, Paul McCartney believed that all his songs had already be written in an ethereal collective unconsciousness. His duty was simply to be receptive to hearing those songs and then recording them on paper or finding the notes on his instrument. This is an excellent song to celebrate the longest night of the year, when we await expectantly for the new sun to rise low on the southern horizon.
Find the opportunity to become quiet and listen to the song of a blackbird, somewhere amidst the darkness. You may not know how your creative goal for the year will come of life. But these notes are a subtle call to action. They will lead you to the source of creative potential, hidden beneath all the presses and concerns of everyday life. I wonder what song will come to mind for you today. It may just reveal a clue or two. Your artistic endeavor is stirring. Listen and enjoy.
